Cold burning rage swam in his eyes and tentacles of ice-cold fear wrapped around me. When he pushed his feet against my chest, my hands flew up to protect my face. I attempted to fend off the smacks cascading over me – the beating from his fists in tune with the kicks to my side. Having a prosthetic made no difference at all and the metal connected with equal force.
Ben swatted my hands away, straddled my thighs, pulled back his foot and with a laugh, he kicked at my groin. I raised my knees and rolled into a fetal position. The pain to my core was excruciating and brought home the fact I was a damn prisoner to his abuse. He could dish it out whenever and however he wanted.
I saw his fist clench, the white of his knuckles gleaming. The impact was sudden, fast and brutal, confusing me. Right, left, right, left, I felt like a punching bag. Hot, burning stinging buzzed out. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision.
His fist moved to my neck, throat punching me and taking the air I had in my lungs coughing to the surface. Then, the fingers - hot and heavy snaked around my throat before I could gulp some much-needed air into my lungs.
He reached down to drag me to my feet, I kicked out and thrashed in an attempt to get free. He was wired and my tiny frame was no match for his strength. His grip tightened on my hair and stars danced behind my eyes. The room spun and he pulled my limp body, legs dragging behind me to the floor length mirror.
“Look at yourself you slut.” He wrenched my head upward and barked into my ear.
I gagged on his stale smoke and alcohol flavored breath. I pushed my weak and broken body forward with all the force I could gather and slammed into his crotch. The bastard was hard, he was getting off on beating me.
I tried again to pull away from him, to free myself from his frenzied assault. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers digging in. Purple welts showed beneath his fingertips matching the numerous purple bruises spread over my white flesh. It hurt to breathe, my ribs biting out as my lungs burned for air.
“You’re MINE, bitch! How many fucking times do I need to remind you. YOU. ARE. FUCKING. MINE!” His voice was filled with hate. “It’s about fucking time you started remembering who you belong to.”
He swung me around until my back hit his chest, sank his teeth into my shoulder and bit down hard, tearing my flesh with a pop. A low hungry groan left his mouth as he grazed his teeth harshly along the soft flesh of my neck, biting, sucking.
Ben’s hard as a rock dick dug into my jean clad ass. His fingers left my hips, grabbed a fist full of hair and he pulled my head back so fast and far, it felt like it would snap off my shoulders. Our eyes met in the mirror, a sick smirk on his face before he slammed my head forward. The force had me connecting hard with the mirror and it shattered
Everything happened so fast, I had no chance to shield my face. Shards of shattered glass stabbed the flesh of my face. Hot, sticky blood ran over my face and into my mouth. I attempted to suck in air when his fingers left my throat, but his fist remained tight in my hair pulling my head back at an unnatural angle.
He slammed my head into the mirror until all glass had gone, only a solid wooden wall remained. My flesh was stabbed and sliced to the point my face was numb. I caught sight of blood spattered over the white painted walls, a scene which seemed surreal. The end of my life was near, I could feel it. My body was fading, succumbing to the injuries.
“Please,” I gurgled through the blood.
He spun me to face him, tilted his head slightly before slamming his fist into my already pummeled face. I felt my nose break and blood streamed from it, mixing with the blood from the other face wounds. I felt shards of glass pricking my skin as they were transported by blood.
I was alone, so alone, and so fucking shattered I could no longer see the light. I became limp in his arms, my eyes met his. A laugh bubbled up from the dark depths of my soul as my eyes danced with the blood lacing them
“Is that it, is that all you’ve got, babe?” I spat at him, blood splattering over his angry red skin. My eyes rolled back; I was near done.
His voice burned with venom as he spat back “You bitch.” My attitude had angered him and he punched out once more.
I wasn’t thinking straight, my brain had been jolted, probably injuring something important because I no longer felt fear or the knowledge to not poke a sleeping bear.
“I might be a bitch to you, but I’m babe to my lover and he’s the one who matters. He calls me many things and bitch isn’t one of them “
I smiled what I hoped was a fuck you smile at his fuming features. It sealed my fate. He threw his body weight into the next punch, the impact cracked into the soft delicate bones of my face. It was like hitting a damn freight train head on at speed or so I imagined.
I finally succumbed and collapsed in a heap, gargling blood, my eyes fluttered open and closed – small bursts of light followed by dark.
He still didn’t give in, he straddled me and his chest rose and fell with each angered breath. He took the air from my lungs, burning them, setting them on fire. His fists potent and sharp as they pounded into the flesh of my body.
“You wanna fuck around, have someone else’s dick in you aye, Gracie?” When he screamed, spittle flew from his mouth landing on me.
Abuse followed punches to my ribs before his hands wrapped around my throat once more and he squeezed air from my body. My vision faded as I bore my eyes into the hate in his. The impact from each crack, like a thousand venomous blades piercing into me.
“I loved you.” I gargled through the blood which pooled at the back of my throat. “Timing is everything.” It was the last thing I managed to get out before my windpipe popped and darkness pulled me under. Death was coming for me like hell fire licking up my burning skin.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KADEN
“Fuck, Bro, what the hell happened to Gracie?” Brad’s words hit me hard in the chest, a longing to protect her washed over me.
“Her fucking douchebag husband.” I dropped the sheet and tried to pull boxer shorts over my moonboots.
